Monday, November 30, 2015

What can I say? I’m not a nice person. When I walk by, people call me a slut, and I’m okay with that. I believe in calling a spade a spade. I am a slut.With the holidays approaching, I miss belonging to The Last Riders. Drake’s keeping me warm, but he wants more than I can give. He wants me to trust him, to believe he can protect me. Doesn’t he know Santa put me on the Naughty List long ago?

NiceWhat can I say? I’m a nice guy and have always done the responsible thing.Bliss is everything I shouldn’t want, but it’s hard to resist a woman who stopped believing in miracles. She wants to be back with The Last Riders, whom she considers her true family. Doesn’t she know it’s Christmas, and miracles do happen?

"I
was born in a small town in Kentucky. My family began poor, but worked their
way to owning a restaurant. My mother was one of the best cooks I have ever
known, and she instilled in all her children the value of hard work, and
education.

Taking
after my mother, I've always love to cook, and became pretty good if I do say
so myself. I love to experiment and my unfortunate family has suffered through
many. They now have learned to steer clear of those dishes. I absolutely love
the holidays and my family puts up with my zany decorations.

For
now, my days are spent writing, writing, and writing. I have two children who
both graduated this year from college. My daughter does my book covers, and my
son just tries not to blush when someone asks him about my books.

Currently
I am writing five series of books- The Last Riders, The VIP Room, Predators MC,
Biker Bitches, and The Dark Souls.

All
my books are written for one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and
the expectations of my fans that inspire me to give it my best.”

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Jason
Werbeloff’s short stories have been downloaded over 20,000 times. Obsidian
Worlds brings together his 11 best-selling sci-fi shorts into a mind-bending
philosophical anthology.

In Your Averaged Joe, a man’s
headache is large enough to hold the multiverse. Q46F is an
obsessive-compulsive android who finds love in a zombie-embroiled apocalypse.
The end of the world isn’t all that bad – The Experience Machine will fulfil
your every desire (and some you hadn’t considered). A sex bot dares to dream of
freedom in Dinner with Flexi. But mind what you eat, because The Photons in the
Cheese Are Lost. Don’t fret though: The Cryo Killer guarantees that your death
will be painless, or your money back when you’re thawed. Unless, that is,
you’re The Man with Two Legs.

Plug into Obsidian Worlds for
these and other immersive stories, including the hilarious Time-Traveling
Chicken Sexer. Your brain will never be the same again.

EXCERPT
(from The Cryo Killer)

“Inesa
and Paul, good to meet you. Who referred you?”

“Mr.
Camfrey’s wife.”

Paul’s
hands are working. Picking at each other. At the cuticles.

“Ah
yes, I was sorry to hear about his passing.”

“I
think,” she lowers her voice, “that it was professionally done. Heart attack, I
hear.”

I
lean forward. “You’d like a similar package, ma’am?”

Paul
speaks up for the first time. “Is it quick?”

If
I had a penny for every time a client asked me that question. “Painless,” I
say, “or your money back.”

Paul
harrumphs.

“Excellent,”
says Inesa, beaming. “You’ve been doing this a while?”

“Best
in the business,” says Janet, striding over to us. She places a hand on my
shoulder. “You’re safe with Barker.”

“So,
you’re wanting the double package?”

Inesa
squeezes her husband’s arm. Every carat on her ring finger catches the
sunlight. His nod is miniscule.

“Yes,”
she replies after a moment.

“Those
are difficult.” I lean back in my chair, weighing the ring out of the corner of
my eye. “Coroner looks closely at doubles. Need a plausible cause of death.
Right now all I have in stock are gas leaks and home invasions. Invasions can
get messy – brings down the property value. I suggest the gas leak. Although …”
I glance at Paul. “Home invasions are on the rise.”

Paul
scratches the skin over his knuckles. His lips have taken on a bluish tinge.
I’ve seen all manner of manners displayed in the chairs on the other side of my
desk. Clients respond to their impending deaths in all sorts of ways. Paul’s
reaction isn’t unique.

“Gas
leak,” says Inesa definitively.

Paul
nods, a quick jerk up and down. “When’ll it happen?” He can’t meet my gaze.

“I
could probably fit you in next week. Any preferences?”

“I’m
writing an exam on Tuesday,” says Inesa. She looks to Paul, “And I’m sure you’d
like to finalize that merger?”

He
groans.

“Late
next week?” she asks.

“Let’s
see … Janet, check my availability, please.”

“Could
do Friday next.”

“Excellent,”
says Inesa.

“But
…” Paul is fading to a paler blue by the minute. Droplets dot his forehead. “I
just can’t live with the thought of this hanging over me for the next ten days.
I just …” He swallows. “I just can’t.”

I
reach out a hand and touch the man’s shoulder. His golf shirt is saturated.
“Not to worry, sir. A memory wipe is included. You’ll never know you were
here.” I offer him my warmest smile. Janet calls it the Big Daddy. “In fact,
you may’ve been here before, and you wouldn’t know.”

Paul
eyeballs me. “Have we been here before?”

“I
couldn’t tell you.” I wink.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jason Werbeloff is a novelist
and philosopher. He loves chocolate and his Labrador, Sunny.

He's interested in the nature
of social groups, personal identity, freedom, and the nature of the mind. His
passion is translating philosophical debate around these topics into works of
science fiction, while gorging himself on chocolate.

Welcome to Mill Pond and small-town country living, filled with fresh air, fresh food, and plenty of fresh gossip—especially when it comes to romance…

It’s impossible not to notice when someone new shows up in Mill Pond. Especially someone as obviously out-of-place as Ian McGregor. His stylish suit and fancy car scream “city slicker.” And when Tessa Lawrence discovers he can’t even change a tire, she has no choice but to help. That’s just what the locals do. And when she finds out Ian’s her new neighbor, of course she’s obliged to invite him to dinner too…

Turns out Ian’s come from New York to open a luxury resort on the property next door to Tessa’s farm, where she grows berries and sells her famous jams and delectable baked goods. But despite their quickly growing friendship and temptingly close proximity, Tessa plans to keep things with Ian strictly neighborly. For one thing, Ian’s got a fiancée who, unlike Tessa, doesn’t have dirt under her nails. Plus, Tessa knows from bitter experience that a guy this gorgeous is all too likely to break a simple country girl’s heart. Even if he’s as sweet as one of her cinnamon buns—and equally hard to resist…

I'm lucky enough to be represented by Lauren Abramo at Dystel & Goderich Literary Management.
I've been a member of Summit City Scribes for more years than I care to remember, and they've made me a better writer. Thanks, guys!

Anything you can imagine.
Everything you crave. For the members of The Raven

Room, it’s every fantasy
fulfilled. But for some, that desire is a matter of life and death.

Drawn by needs he cannot
control, Julian ventures to The RavenRoom, a secret and exclusive sex
club in the underbelly of Chicago. It goes beyond sex. It goes beyond
kink. The Raven Room is the only place where
Julian finds release from the dangerous urges that threaten to destroy the successful
life he’s worked so hard to build.

When the police
link the Raven Room to the death of a young
woman, it threatens to expose a number of powerful people—people who would kill
to stay anonymous...

Meredith’s body can’t get
enough of Julian. He has opened her sexual horizons to tempting new
possibilities. But out of bed she’s an aspiring journalist, and The Raven

Room is the story
she’s been looking for. By writing an exposé on the club and its
elite clientele, she plans to launch her career.

As Meredith embarks on a
sexual journey into the forbidden world that Julian
inhabits, questions emerge, and dark appetites threaten to swallow
her whole. How much can she trust the man who has laid
bare her erotic nature and how much will she sacrifice in order to protect him?

Praise

"If
you’re looking for an exciting novel that can balance erotic sections with a
thrilling who-done-it, look no further; The Raven Room will have everything you could
possibly want and more." - San
Francisco Book Review

"Readers
who enjoy complex stories with strong characterization and psychological
depth will find The Raven Room a
satisfyingly story of emotional turbulence…” - D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review

Photo by: Garfield L. Miller

About Ana Medeiros

Born in the Azores
islands, Portugal, Ana Medeiros has a background in Photography, Sociology and
Psychology. For the last seven years she has worked in the magazine
industry. She currently lives in Toronto, Canada, with her boyfriend and two
cats. TheRaven Room, book one of a trilogy, is Ana’s first novel and
is published by Diversion Books.

When I decided to read The Raven Room, I thought I knew
what I was getting into but like the characters in Ana Medeiros’ book, I got
much more than I expected. A dark,
mentally and physically twisted erotic thriller, The Raven Roomis the story of men and women drawn into a web of
half-truths, violence, kinky sex and obsessive desires. While a darker, and kinkier, book than what I
normally read, I found myself drawn into the world Ms. Medeiros created and
unable to put the book down.

While Ms. Medeiros did a wonderful job
creating and developing her characters, I have to admit they aren’t very
likable at first. A successful child
psychologist, Julian Reeve is a loner who is difficult to get to know. He keeps his background a secret and only
reveals what he must, he’s sexually dominant, willing to experiment and refuses
to get emotionally entangled. At least
at first. Meredith, a twenty year old
graduate student and Julian’s current lover, is much younger (almost 20 years
younger) and a little bit easier to get to know. Beautiful, intelligent and also willing to
experiment sexually, she’s got her own emotional baggage and is willing to risk
her relationship to get a jump start on her career. While both characters are emotionally strong,
they lie to themselves and to each other.

The secondary characters all play an
important part in the story and contribute color, emotional angst and
background for the main characters. Especially
a woman named Alana, who plays a rather pivotal role. I enjoyed how we got to know Julian and
Meredith better as they interacted with each other and with the secondary
characters. The plot is well developed
and takes several unexpected twists and turns, especially when dealing with The
Raven Room and its members. The pace is
fairly quick and Ms. Medeiros voice as an author is warm, engaging and I can see
why she already has so many fans.

Will Julian really take Meredith to The
Raven Room and show her who he is? Will Meredith betray Julian when he
needs her the most? You’ll have to read The Raven Room
to find out. I do need to warn you that
this installment has a fairly big cliffhanger ending and that I had several
questions that didn’t get answered. I’m
definitely looking forward to the next installment.

Jean-Pierre
ALAUX and Noël BALEN

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Each story is a homage to wine and winemakers, as well as a mystery.
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a red wine from Cahors
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ABOUT
THE TRANSLATORS

Anne Trager loves France so much she has lived there for 27 years and just can’t seem to leave. What keeps her there is a uniquely French mix of pleasure seeking and creativity. Well, that and the wine. In 2011, she woke up one morning and said, “I just can’t stand it anymore. There are way too many good books being written in France not reaching a broader audience.” That’s when she founded Le French Book to translate some of those books into English. The company’s motto is “If we love it, we translate it,” and Anne loves crime fiction, mysteries and detective novels.

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Book
Beginnings on Friday is a weekly meme hosted by Rose City Reader. Every Friday we
share the first sentence (or so) of the book we’re currently reading, along
with your initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or
anything else the opener inspires.

My
Book Beginning:

Unbinding
(World of the Lupi, Book 11) by Eileen Wilks

Prologue

Aleri in Winter

Kai hadn’t had a cup of coffee in eighteen months.

That’s what she was thinking about when the Queen of Winter’s
emissary came to see her – about coffee and her favorite mug.

My Thoughts: To be completely honest, this would be a huge,
huge problem for me. I have at least 1
if not more (usually more) cup of coffee a day.
I can’t imagine going that long without it…..lol

What do you think? Don't forget to leave your book beginning below and to link-up at Rose City Reader.

“I’m the closest thing you’ve got to an expert on sidhe magic and
religion – specifically, one pissed-off chaos god. I’m also a mindhealer,” she added to the
assistant chief. “My gift lets me see
the colors and patterns of thoughts, which is why I need to look over the
transformed building carefully. Intent
is a component in spells, and it often leaves traces – remnants – I’m able to
see.”

My Thoughts: I’d let her do her job without bothering her –
he’s clearly pushing her buttons the wrong way!

About Unbinding by Eileen Wilks

After questing through the sidhe realms with her
ex-hellhound lover, Nathan, Kai Tallman Michalski has finally returned home.
But she knows Nathan will eventually be called back to serve his queen—and Kai
will have to decide whether to enter her majesty’s service as well. Sure, the
job comes with great bennies, but there’s one big downside: she would have to
swear absolute fealty to the Queen of Winter.

For now, though, Kai is glad to be home, and glad that Nathan completed his
mission for his queen with surprising ease. But what seemed to be a quick
conclusion turns out to be anything but. The two of them helped thwart the
sidhe god of chaos—and he is not happy about that. He’s got plans for them.
Plans, too, for the sidhe who killed him some three millennia ago. Nor has he
abandoned his plans for Earth, as they learn when chaos begins bursting out all
over...

What if you were on the cusp
of marrying the guy of your dreams and reaching that career goal you set for
yourself, only for all of it to be taken away in one fell swoop?

What if this all happened a month before you turned 30?

This is the story of Jill Stevens, who after moving back home, finds a list she
made in high school of thirty things she wanted to accomplish before
her thirtieth birthday.

With a month left and hardly anything crossed off her list, she teams up with
old friends to accomplish as much as she can before the big 3-0. Along the way,
she discovers her true self and realizes it’s not about the material successes
in life but the journey.

EXCERPT

“That
wasn’t so bad, right?” he says to me once we’ve gotten off the ride and are now
walking towards the exit.

I
stare at him while holding a bunch of paper towels to my mouth. When I got off
the coaster, everyone jumped like I was a zombie about to attack them. One
mother even ran away with her kid. The snot-nosed teenager pulled a bunch of
paper towels out from behind his stand.

“Happens
to one in every five people,” he says, not really caring. “Come on, you were having fun until you
cracked your face.”

I
can’t help but smile a bit, even though it hurts. “I have to admit, that was a
lot of fun.” I laugh, trying to smooth my hair out. “Oh my gosh, what a thrill.
I’m still shaking.”

“Oh,
this I gotta see,” he says, stopping me in front of a shed.

“What’s
this?”

“Oh,
they take your pictures on every roller coaster and you can choose to buy it or
not.”

“They
take pictures of you?” I say. “That has to be the cruelest thing I’ve ever
heard of.”

“Oh,
nice.” He starts laughing. I scan through the photos on the monitors until I
find us. Chris is making a goofy face and smiling while I have my mouth as wide
open as it can go, and full of blood. Seriously, you can see my tonsils in this
picture. Then I see my eyes are popping out of my skull.

“I’d
like to purchase that, please,” he says, pulling out his wallet from his back
pocket.

“Why
would you do this to me?” I ask him while tugging on his arm.

“Because
it’s too good,” he says, putting the money down and taking the picture from the
man. He opens up the folder one more time to show me before closing it again. I
make a face of disgust.

“I
appreciate your sympathy,” I tell him.

“For
you,” he says, handing the photo to me.

“Why
did you get this for me?” I ask, confused. I figured my bitching made it clear
I never wanted to see this again.

“Because
it’s a memory of your first ever roller coaster. It’s a very important feat.”

“Sure.”
I laugh, looking at it again.

“Don’t
you feel just a little more confident now?” he says, putting his arm around me
again.

“You
know something, I do,” I tell him. “Hell, I’m even going to go as far as
posting this on my blog tonight.”

“I
will see that you do,” he says. “So are you tired now?”

“Exhausted,
actually, this day really took it out of me. Not to mention my gums are
bleeding.”

“Well,
you did what you came here to do. Now let’s go home.”

We
say our good-byes to Liz and Tim who are trying to get their kids to willingly
leave the park and head towards Chris’s car.

“So
I know this sounds strange,” I say, buckling my seat belt. “But I still feel
like I don’t know you all that well.”

“Really?”
he says, surprised as he starts the car and we drive away.

“I
know that seems stupid. I mean, I know your childhood, I know what you do now,
but it’s like there is this big ten-year gap that I don’t really know anything
about.”

“Well,
when you put it that way, I guess I could say the same for you,” he says. “What
do you want to know?”

I
want to ask why he’s still living at home, but something keeps me from asking
that, at least right away. “Is your favorite color still red?” I start with.

He
laughs for a second. “That’s what concerns you with this ten-year gap? That my
favorite color has changed?”

“I
don’t know,” I laugh.

“Well,
you’re right. My favorite color is now yellow. And the minute I came to that
realization, I have to say something, my whole life changed. It’s like my life
flashed before me and I realized that if I didn’t change my favorite color my
whole life was doomed.”

I
burst out laughing and he does as well. “Okay, your turn. You can ask me.”

“Hmm,”
he thinks for a second. “I pretty much know a lot more than you think, because
you really spilled your guts to me that first night,” he laughs.

I
roll my eyes.

“I
guess, um,” he starts to think again. I notice that his face turns serious.

“Why
did we break up in the first place?” he says, looking at me.

I
feel my face get hot and I shift in my seat. “I don’t know, we were kids
really, we didn’t know what we wanted,” I start. “I guess it was mainly because
our lives were going in separate directions, you know, off to different
colleges …” I trail off.

“Really?
It didn’t have to do with me being a slacker?”

“I’d
say more of me being a workaholic.”

He
smiles as if I’m saying that to be nice, but to me it was the truth. The rest
of the ride is pretty silent.

“All
right, well, here we are,” he says pulling up to my driveway. “Thanks for inviting
me,” he says.

“Thanks
for coming,” I reply. “I would’ve never ridden that scary thing without you.” I
give him a quick pat on the knee and jump out the car. I panicked since I don’t
know how to react with him, especially when we are saying our good-byes.
Normally I would kiss him on the cheek, but I was nervous he’d view that wrong.
When I get inside, I shake my head at myself.

Author Bio:

Courtney Psak is a
New Jersey native who grew up with a passion for reading and writing.

After traveling the world, she settled into New York City where she earned her
Masters in Publishing.

She is a member of the National Writers Association and the Women's Fiction Writers
Association.

She currently resides in Hoboken with her husband. She spends her weekends
seeking adventure through hiking, skiing and traveling.

Thank you
for stopping at my spot on the Virtual Tour, presented by CLP Blog Tours, for Thirty Days to Thirtyby Courtney Psak. You may enter Courtney’s Tour Wide Giveaway,
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Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Welcome to
my stop on the Release Blast, presented by Tasty Book Tours, for My
Lady Gloriana by Sylvia
Halliday. Please leave a comment or
question for Sylvia to let her know you stopped by. You may enter the tour wide giveaway, where
Sylvia’s publisher will award a print copy of My Lady Gloriana to five (5)
randomly chosen commenters, by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.

MY LADY GLORIANA

Sylvia Halliday

Releasing Nov 24th, 2015

Diversion

In
this twist on the Pygmalion story, a duke makes a wager that he can bed the
uncouth Lady Gloriana. But the bet takes on a life of its own...

The year is 1725. Lady Gloriana
Baniard is a beautiful fish out of water. Brought up on the mean streets of
London, she is a brash, blunt, obscene force of nature. But thanks to a brief
marriage to a disgraced aristocrat, she is forced to live with his noble family
and endure the humiliating process of learning to be a lady. Rebelling, she
runs away to Yorkshire, where she intends to be a blacksmith, a skill at which
she excels. She knows she’ll need a manservant to front for her. When John
Thorne appears, she hires him, stirred as much by his irresistible attraction
as by his strength.

John Haviland, Duke of Thorneleigh,
is an arrogant, indolent gambler and womanizer. Having seen Gloriana just once,
he yearns to make her his own. When he learns she has run away from her family,
he makes a wild bet with his wastrel companions―he will find the lady and bed
her. Disguised as a humble servant, he becomes her assistant, learning the
blacksmith trade. The clash of wills between these two proud people creates
more sparks than a blacksmith’s anvil, as Gloriana learns to be a lady, Thorne
learns humility―and desire deepens to love.

(Setting: John Haviland, Duke of Thorneleigh, has gone
for a midnight walk in the country.)

The night was more glorious than he would
have imagined. The sweet scents of new grass and spring flowers filled the air
with their delicate perfume, soothing his troubled soul. Impulsively, he rolled
up his sleeves, then laughed and pulled off his shirt completely. He
half-expected to hear the voice of his long-ago nursemaid, chiding him for
common behavior that didn't suit the heir to an ancient dukedom. Gentlemen didn't
go around half-clothed.

“Rest in peace, Nurse,” he murmured,
recalling her with tenderness. He'd stripped naked many a time since those
days—and for far less innocent reasons. It was a mild night. Maybe he'd further
scandalize Nurse’s memory by going for a swim.

He felt young, adventurous, free—yet
strangely sad and melancholy. What had happened to the carefree lad he once had
been? What had turned him into this idle dissolute? Surely there was a moment
he had missed—a turning point that might have taken him in a different, more
satisfying direction.

No. Tonight, with the earth wrapped in
silvery moonlight, was for magic. He felt as though something extraordinary was
about to happen. Something that would change his life, lead him to a path more
splendid and glittering than the moon-dappled one he now followed.

He pulled off his shoes and stockings and
stripped off his breeches. The sensual night air caressed his nakedness like a
harlot’s hand; he felt a quivering and stirring in his groin. He suddenly ached
for a woman. But not a clumsy slattern, like the innkeeper’s wife. Nor even a
perfumed beauty who strolled St. James’s Park by day and slept on satin sheets
by night. He wanted a goddess, as magical and lovely as this
moon-kissed midnight.

He heard the soft whinny of a horse, the
gentle thud of hoofs upon packed earth. The sounds seemed to be coming from the
far end of the clearing. He shrank back against the tree trunk, concealing his
naked body, and waited. The woman galloped onto the sand, magnificent upon her
horse—a vision of perfection that took his breath away.

Award-winning author Sylvia Halliday’s first historical novel,
written as Ena Halliday, was chosen by Pocket Books to launch their Tapestry
line. She subsequently wrote for Popular Library/Warner and Harlequin
Historicals under the pen name of Louisa Rawlings, the name of her maternal
great-grandmother. She has written for Kensington/Zebra under the pseudonym of
Sylvia Halliday. She has published 14 historical romances. Her FOREVER WILD
earned 5 stars from RT Book Reviews and Affaire de Coeur, and was a RITA
finalist for the Romance Writers of America. Her latest offerings, published by
Diversion Books, are MARIELLE (The French Maiden Series, #1), LYSETTE (The
French Maiden Series, #2), DELPHINE (The French Maiden Series, #3), DREAMS SO
FLEETING, GOLD AS THE MORNING SUN, THE RING, and SUMMER DARKNESS, WINTER LIGHT.
FOREVER WILD, STOLEN SPRING, and PROMISE OF SUMMER, written by her as Louisa
Rawlings, are available from Samhain Publishing.

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